Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Delta 5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.